『 Hanahaki Disease;
In which the victim coughs or throws up flowers or flower petals. This occurs when the victim experiences unreciprocated love.
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The only known cure is to have the love be reciprocated or remove the flowers, along with the feelings that comes with them. 』
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You felt a suffocating feeling in your throat, and it became hard to breathe. You took in deep breaths as you held your hands to your neck and had a coughing fit. You felt the verge of throwing up and rushed to the sink. As you were dry heaving, something came out of your throat. It made a loud plop ,as the sound echoed through your sensitive ears and landed in the sink.
A flower.
"Well, this isn't very surprising." You dully murmured to yourself, wiping some spit off from your face, grinning, "guess I did fall for the stupid hot-head after all."
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story might move along slowly, i want to kinda develop some character change + plot and take my time on this | this is my first story, i apologize if it's bad (/-\)
- TW | WARNING -
cussing/swearing
suicidal thoughts
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢 𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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